The way back to the tunnel's intersection was quiet and heavy.
With their bloodied and worn bodies, the group limped ahead, their exhaustion worsened by the grim duty of carrying four fallen comrades.
'Am I going to get used to the deaths of people around me from now on?....'
Felix remained deep in his thoughts as he sighed constantly, but the presence of his teammates around him made the situation better than what he could handle.
'It's a terrible feeling... But why didn't I feel the same when I killed those bandits and our enemies? Is that not the same? What was I feeling then? Happy? Satisfied?'
He frowned, then after a few seconds, he widened his eyes as he realised why.
'The skill points.... I was only thinking about the skill points I'd get every time I faced an enemy.'
Felix sighed again, understanding the reason why he was feeling like this after witnessing the deaths of people who were on his side.
